As the smoke ascends around me,
As the coffee cools beside me.
I feel that I am drowning,
Losing myself in frowning.
Hope abounds though – I feel it rise…
Can you feel it? Hope tries to hide.
Behind the fear – that hungry beast…
Hope shines aloft like the golden fleece.
Hope at last. At last there’s hope.
No need to feel too weak to cope.
The coffee gone – the smoke no more.
I realise I have hope galore.
© The Secret Poetess
